Chapter 185 183 Which kind of princess are you referring to?
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Updated : Oct 1st, 2025
"How is that possible?" Zhang Menglong felt as if he was listening to an incredible legend. The coordinates of the Titanic's sinking are approximately 41°43'55.66" N, 49°56'45.02" W, at that location, the depth of the seabed is about nearly 4,000 meters.
Everyone knows that the Titanic was a ship laden with treasures. For a century, countless people have tried to find the trace of the Heart of the Ocean at the bottom of the sea, but all have come up empty-handed.
One hundred years have passed, and this shipwreck has become a paradise for marine life, with even parts of it buried under the sediments.
Moreover, the wreckage of the Titanic is quite complex. Even if one knows where it is located, to retrieve it from the wreckage is nearly an inconceivable task, not even 'finding a needle in a haystack' can describe it without exaggeration.
"Could it be that they used hundreds of submarines to search for it?" Wang Ling speculated after hearing Zhang Menglong's translation—after all, Zhang Menglong had called in more than two hundred fighter jets today, so such a thing could be possible, right?
"Damn, and you graduated with a master's degree from overseas? You don't even know this much physics?" Zhang Menglong said with contempt, "To date, the largest manned submarine has only reached less than a kilometer beneath the sea surface. You think you have what it takes to go down to a depth of 4,000 meters? You'd be squashed into a pile of shit!"
"I didn't study physics, why are you hassling me about it!" Wang Ling muttered.
"It was us who manufactured a large number of unmanned submarines. It took us 17 months to find it from the sediments beneath the Titanic," Scorolo said. "Although our family has benefited from your generosity and managed to nurture a group of Potentialists, their abilities are limited. They can only dive to a depth of around 2,500 meters at most, so we had to resort to this cumbersome method."
"However, after soaking in the sea for more than a hundred years, many parts have oxidized. We have re-fitted it with diamond accessories—all crafted by the finest artisans to replicate the original pieces."
Although Scorolo spoke casually, Zhang Menglong could imagine what a grand project it must have been. However, he also garnered some other information from Scorolo's words: the Carreras family indeed had people like Ye Yin, and possibly in considerable numbers.
But what did it mean to have benefited from their family's influence? Zhang Menglong didn't quite understand that part.
"We accept this gift, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness," Zhang Menglong said as he took the string of the Heart of the Ocean and promptly put it around Lu Yiyao's neck. Even though she was only wearing a simple sweater, with the Heart of the Ocean as its setting, she was the most beautiful princess.
"Very beautiful."
"This... this thing is too valuable, we should put it away," Lu Yiyao said, finding it hard to believe she was wearing something worth a hundred million US Dollars around her neck. No, even now, its historical significance far exceeded a hundred million!
He glanced around and saw that all the maids—whether they were sweeping, wiping the walls, serving tea, or tending to the potted plants—were secretly watching him.
"Old Zhang, the quality of the maids in your estate is just too good," Wang Ling said with a sly gleam in his eye as he looked over a passing maid. Her skin was fair, her figure tall and graceful, and her beauty was breathtaking. Most strangely, she carried a particularly noble air, an aura that should not belong to a maid.
"Could it be that the selection criteria for your maids are on the level of Miss World?" Wang Ling joked.
Zhang Menglong translated Wang Ling's words to Scorolo.
Scorolo chuckled, "Actually, they aren't maids, but princesses."
"What? All are princesses?" Zhang Menglong's mouth gaped wide enough to fit an egg, "Wait, are you talking about the kind of 'Princess' you find at a KTV, or some other kind of princess?"
Scorolo laughed, amused by Zhang Menglong's humor, "Mr. Zhang, of course, they are princesses from the European royal families. The other kind of 'princess' you mentioned wouldn't be qualified to enter your estate, would they?"
"What the hell? Princesses work as maids in your home?" Wang Ling was practically jumping up and down, cursing in disbelief. While he was thinking about how to find a couple more internet celebrity beauties to be his girlfriends, here was a group of princesses working as maids in Zhang Menglong's estate.
Could they get any more Versailles than this? This was just ridiculous! Even if Zhang Menglong's family was wealthy, wasn't this a bit too exaggerated? They didn't care about their status or losing face?
"This... Scorolo, can you explain this to me?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.
"Could we get a translator?" Wang Ling raised his hand, having hardly understood a word since setting foot on the Continent, apart from what Zhang Menglong had translated for him.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Zhang Menglong asked with a smile. Although he did not know why all these princesses had come to work as maids in his estate, he was certain that revealing this would be no less shocking than the economic crisis his grandfather had caused.
"It's just more of a shock, right? I can take it! It's unbearable not to understand; it makes me too anxious!" Wang Ling said.
"Since you wish to hear it, I shall tell you," Scorolo gestured, and a subordinate proficient in the Huaxia language immediately approached them, "As for this matter, we might have to start with your grandfather..."
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